The three pigs were bored.

It had been a whole week since the wolf tried to blow their lovely new brick house down, and they hadn’t been out anywhere fun at all. They hadn’t even been out in their specially- designed-for-pigs garden in case the big bad wolf was lurking somewhere nearby, ready to eat them …

In fact the wolf was right inside their specially-designed-for-pigs garden.

He was waiting for the pigs, Misty, Missi and Mikki, to come out and play so he could munch on their crunchy bones. And since it had been a whole week since they had seen the wolf (whose name was Mitchell), the three pigs decided that he must have gone away. So out they went into the garden. The garden was perfect. It had a hard iron pig den, lots of wooden benches and things to jump on. The grass was a nice colour green where the pigs hadn’t been rolling in it for a week.
So out they went, but of course they had a very big shock because Mitchell (the wolf) was just outside the door!

Licking his lips, he said: “One, two, three – BOO!”
Misty shouted “Help!”
Just in the nick of time – “Mr Mitchell Wolf? I’ve got a letter for you!” It was Jackson, the postman.
“Oh, great!” sighed the wolf. “How did you know I was here?”
“ Obvious, innit? ‘Ang on one minute! Leave them pigs alone. They’re only little!”
“It’s all right. I’ve got it covered,” a new voice interrupted. The pigs were pleased to see it was Little Red Riding Hood, famous wolf-fighter.
The wolf forced his jaws into a hideous smile.
“Did you really think I was going to eat those poor little things?” he asked, trying not to growl as he spoke.
“Er, yeah!” said Misty, coughing and then she fainted because Mitchell had really stinky breath.
“Get moving, buddy!” shouted Red Riding Hood. “Or I’ll set my Granny on you!”
The wolf went pale under his fur. “No – no, please – not Granny Hood. I’ll go. Look, I’m going, I’m going!”

He jumped the gate and ran off down the lane, his heart pounding. But very soon he recovered, and sneaked back again and hid in the hedge behind the house. He was stuck in a very uncomfortable position, but he didn’t care. He wanted dinner and he wanted revenge. He would get those pigs if it was the last thing he did. And then Red Riding Hood. Then her Granny. And don’t forget the postman.

Meanwhile, Red Riding Hood and Jackson the postman were giving Misty, Missi and Mikki some lessons in self-defence when the door burst open.
“My Darlings! Are you ok?” It was Big Mumma Mimi. She rushed into the garden and hugged them all.
Missi was quite bored with self-defence. “Hi Mum,” she cried. “Can we go shopping? I’ve heard a new look is in town!”
“Ok darling, whatever you want, my angel!” So off they went.
“Take care, now!” called Red Riding Hood as she zoomed off on her scooter.
“Watch out fer that old Wolfie,” Jackson reminded them as he got on his bicycle.
Misty and Mikki waved goodbye to everyone and went straight into their pig-den. Looking through a spy-hole, they saw Mitchell creep silently into the garden.
“Hey, quick – get the goo!” whispered Misty, remembering Red Riding Hood’s excellent self-defence lesson. “Oh, and a net.” Mikki quickly grabbed the ingredients for the trap and they climbed into the treehouse.
Licking his hairy lips and wiping the saliva from his chin, Mitchell crept under the tree.
“Aaarrghh – NOOOOO!” shrieked Mitchell as he slipped on the goo that Misty threw at him. As he lay on his back sobbing, the two pigs dropped a net over him, then Misty phoned the council recycling department on her mobile.
“I have some rubbish to be recycled over at Pig Villa. Can you collect it today please?” They left the Wolf all tied up, and off they went to find Red Riding Hood to tell her the good news! They had done well, very very well – but they had forgotten one extremely important thing. They had forgotten Mitchell’s very sharp teeth, and of course he soon set to work gnawing through the string the pigs had tied him up with…

Meanwhile, Mumma Mimi and shopaholic Missi were shopping ‘til they felt like dropping. They were shopping like there was no tomorrow.
At last they went to the Buy-As-Much-As-You-Can-And-Then-Buy- Some-More-Store, where a fashion show was about to begin. They settled into their seats and watched the supermodels parading up and down the catwalk.

Mumma Mimi was very tired. Her eyes kept closing, and now and then she gave a little snore.
“Wake up, Mumma!” said Missi.
“What is it, my darling, my angel, my sweet?” said Mumma dozily.
“Well,” said Missi thoughtfully, “there’s a supermodel with a very hairy face. And the most ENORMOUS teeth!”
The supermodel was right beside them now.
“All the better to EAT you with, my dear!” hissed the supermodel.
This seemed a little unusual to the pigs.
The supermodel with the gigantic teeth suddenly leapt from the catwalk and grabbed Missi. Her hat fell off revealing the truth: “Mumma! It’s the Wolf!” Missi yelled.
It seemed as if it was all over for Missi – but Mitchell had not come across Mumma Mimi before. She was a large pig with great determination, courage and cleverness – after all, it was she who had built the brick house to keep them all safe. Mumma launched herself at the wolf like a rocket. She landed on him and he was squashed completely flat, as flat as a pancake.

So that was the end of Mitchell Wolf. Someone mistook him for a wolfskin rug, and bought him to put in front of their fireplace. And the pigs all lived happily ever after – until one day, when … but that’s another story!